Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon

Blood splattered.

The mercenary, who was as strong as an ox, covered his throat in disbelief.

Ho. Ho.

Blood spurted out from the broken neck guard like a fountain, splashing all over the silver-haired young man in front of the mercenary. The thin dark sisters cut through the steel neck guard as easily as a hot knife cuts through butter. The previous sentry, Motari Almost all the guard mercenaries arranged by An and Horus were caught off guard by this Valyrian steel sword. The tall mercenary had just fallen, and the crossbowman with the Crows and Deadwood emblem painted on his blouse instantly stepped forward. out, the trigger is pulled.

Whoosh.

The two archers on the left and right sides of the tunnel fell to the ground.

Aemon forcefully pulled out the arrows embedded in his black plate armor inlaid with an enamel red dragon, and turned back to count the number of people.

The three hundred people he brought into the tunnel were all the second sons and youngest sons of various families. Each of them wore three layers of armor, equipped with no less than three types of weapons, and even carried no less than three solid wood-clad iron shields.

Even so, by the time they got here, these three hundred people had lost dozens of people.

The Kingsguard responsible for protecting Aemon was a little embarrassed. The pure white shield on his arm was tattered and had several crossbow arrows stuck in it. He was supposed to be protecting Aemon, but it turned out that it was Aemon who was charging ahead on this road.

The knight prince gritted his teeth. He knew that this underground fortress would be difficult to defeat. After all, Horus and Mortarion were both in this main fortress, so they brought the best of the elites of each family, almost armed to the teeth. But I didn't expect it to be so difficult to fight. I fought from the entrance to here, but in just thirteen sentries, so many people were lost.

"Your Highness, do you want to continue moving forward?" the Kingsguard asked worriedly. Unlike the young prince, this Kingsguard had served King Aegon II for many years after taking over from his previous old knight. He was rich in experience and even Having fought in the Stormlands' war against the Stepstones, he was no stranger to bloodshed.

Aemon looked at the soldiers behind him.

"White Knight, you're scared." "Blood Lion" Harold Reyes raised his battle ax with a grim smile. He had just killed the nine mercenaries guarding the eleventh post by himself. At this moment The thick armor was covered in blood, which made the ruby-inlaid lion relief even brighter red. "Get away if you're afraid."

"Count Reyes, we don't know how long this tunnel is." the white knight retorted. Before he finished speaking, everyone felt a tremor in all directions. Countless gravel fell from the top of the tunnel, splashing gray smoke all over the ground. "Even if their highnesses use giant dragons to suppress the surface of the bunker, we don't know how long it will take to enter the bunker."

"We are already within the confines of the bunker." Aemon suddenly said this without any end. The young knight prince bit his iron glove. He had begun to doubt this from the seventh post. Near the third post, they discovered the copper pipes and ditches used for drainage in the bunker. At the fifth post, Cave houses carved into rammed earth and stone walls appeared.

All this means one thing.

When that madman Mortarion built this bunker, he built it according to an underground cavity extending in all directions.

Count Reyes couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his eye. Eamon didn't mention that he hadn't reacted yet, but upon mentioning this, the Count of the Red Lion, whose castle had a similar structure, reacted immediately.

Seven levels of hell, Castame is also structured like this, no wonder it is so disgusting and difficult to beat.

The narrow and extending tunnels determine that this bunker is absolutely easy to defend and difficult to attack in the tunnel part. A few people can block the tunnel. However, among the 300 elite soldiers, only a few people in the front row can be put into battle. They can only resist crossbows.

"How many people brought crossbows!" Aemon made up his mind. Before setting off, except for the horn tide who stayed behind, the dragons took off at the same time and headed straight for the main castle. They were trying to find and collapse the main castle above. The way to build a bunker was still not found despite all this time.

It also provided some cover for Eamonn and the others.

"I!"

"I'll bring it, Your Highness!"

"Your Highness, I am Taswell Florent, and I am the most accurate shot in the family!"

"Your Highness, can I have a long bow?"

"alright!"

Count Reyes roared like a lion. "Listen to His Highness Aemon."

"All those carrying crossbows should follow us. Protect the crossbows with shields. Count Reyes, Count Bolton, I need six good hands." Aemon said with a cold face. "Come over with me at full speed!"

Both Count Reyes and Count Bolton knew what Aemon meant. When they rushed before, those who rushed in front would be injured, exhausted, or even killed. But what Aemon needs now is a strong enough warrior who can go at full speed. The kind that opens the way for everyone.

"There is no shortage of warriors in the north." Lord Domeric Bolton threw away his long sword and took out the long-handled battle ax with half of the wooden handle cut off from his back to make it easier to use in narrow areas.

"The same goes for the Western Region!" Count Reyes licked his lips, and six warriors were selected from the team almost as fast as lightning.

Aemon nodded, and the Dark Sisters pointed: "Let's charge!"

The next sentry still had the same configuration, four infantrymen blocking the entrance of the tunnel. Each of them had armor made of steel, two spears, a sword, and a tall Summer Islands, or the weight of Slaver's Bay. A mercenary. and five or six archers.

Boo hoo hoo.

As soon as the soldiers carrying crossbows in the team saw the fire, they immediately drew their bows, nocked arrows, and pulled the triggers.

In an instant, the archers whose positions were roughly determined by the Westeros people fell to the ground with screams.

The soldier holding the spear tried to thrust with the spear, but an old man with amber eyes roared and chopped the wooden spear with an axe, and the spear broke. The next moment, the same axe fell on the soldier's head.

Red and white unknown liquids splashed everywhere.

Another spearman and the swordsman who was shot into a hedgehog suffered the same fate.

"Ding"

Clang.

Without any hesitation, the dark sister cut the crescent axe of the tall black warrior of the Summer Islands again like a hot knife through butter. After Aemon cut off the black warrior's axe like dancing, he mercilessly cut the throat protected by heavy armor.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

A sentry was completely wiped out.

These more than 200 people rushed all the way.

The deeper they went, the heavier the tremor they felt from time to time. The smile on Aemon's face became thicker.

On the ground.

Menghuo roared and grabbed the battlements made of huge stones with one claw, and opened a hole above the bunker in one stroke. Centroros, who also landed on the surface building of the bunker, took the opportunity to open his dragon mouth.

The pale green flame poured down like lightning when the hole was violently knocked open.

Tomorrow, I will resume two updates, and three updates on Sunday.